Quinnlyyy - Quinn

I wanna fuck Spencer Reid (no shit) like literally tie his wrists to the bed, and make him whimper. And make all his thoughts leave his mind for a moment 'IQ dropped to 60' kind of shit. I want to give that man the ride of this freaking life. Until the whole fucking room smells like sex. Until we look like we run a marathon. Until it makes obscene wet sounds at our every move. Until we both loss our voices. Till his freaking mama remembers. I want that fucking wood rubbing inside of me like it's going to start a fucking fire. Then give him the best after care he even had you want a bath, you want a shower, you want to snack, you want just to cuddle and talk it's okay darling I got you.

scientist need to study the hold that spencer reid has on me

so funny the the least believeable part about the infamous ‘dan and phill kiss at the fall out boy/my chem/panic! concert is now that panic! at the disco is there

NO BUT SERIOUSLY IMAGINE IT (x)

Just a compilation of Spencer Reid doing :]

I CANT BREATHE WOOF WOOF BARK BARK

life lately

please don't pin my wrists above my head and prevent me from moving while you kiss my neck and whisper all the fucked up things you want to do to me while I'm rubbing myself with your thigh